**OLIVER WEST**
The next few days dragged by in a blur. More tests, extra classes, the usual chaos of finals approaching. At least William had written down notes for all those weeks I'd been in the hospital. Kieran had taken me to get my stitches removed yesterday, and physically, I was healing fine.
But mentally? I was a mess.
The studying part was hectic, even though Kieran had been fully supportive and helping me out with the areas I found difficult which just happened to be every subject.
Today, I saw Xander in the hallway, and it felt even more awkward. Like I couldn't even look at him properly, he was really my half-brother?
I'd avoided him and walked past as if I hadn't spent some time last night in the bathroom, scrolling through his social media pages, for any sign of our father.
I hated that a little part of me felt interested, I wanted to know why his other family was more worth it to stay with.
